August 26, 2014
Recycle bin reckoning
Don’t judge me by my recycle bin.
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August 22, 2014
And with that, I’m going to bed.
I just spent an hour writing an insanely long post that is so damn inflammatory that I don’t think I can post it. I mean, yeah, I’ve already spouted off about finding my voice and standing up…but this one, I think, goes a little too far.
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August 12, 2014
All I can do
Ferguson burns. Tear gas and rubber bullets and hate. The rest of the county is on edge, because it hits a little too close to home. Most of us have ties to Ferguson. We were born there, grew up there, still have family there. Many of us have ties to cops, and know how much their families worry when they have to go into unpredictable situations where nothing makes sense. Because really, what’s going on up there doesn’t make sense at all. Civic leaders and even the boy’s parents are calling for peaceful demonstrations, patience to let justice work, and yet…and yet people devolve into their most base selves, channeling groupthink and blind rage and valuing stolen candy over community, ignoring their better angels who whisper, “This. This is wrong.”
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August 10, 2014
Karma. Bitch. Yup.
This morning M and I had a conversation that involved whether or not he should wear cologne. He used to wear cologne, in college. He smelled gooood, ladies. And then, once we became an official item, he stopped wearing it. Forever. “I don’t have anyone to impress,” he’d say with a smile. In fact, he said those very words again this morning.
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August 10, 2014
Pre-Birthday Musings
Tonight, whilst discussing my upcoming birthday, M said, “Oh, just go buy some stuff.” This was after he tried to pass off both the new train track and its railroad ties as my birthday gift. After gently persuading him that this was not a good idea, he decided that it would be much easier for both of us if I shopped for myself.
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August 6, 2014
Traditions
I started a tradition with Zoe a few years ago where she takes selfies every morning that M is out of town, then I text them to him. I thought it would be a way for him to get a daily dose of Zo even when he’s halfway around the world. She, of course, took the idea and made it her own. She does one “regular” selfie, then one “silly” photo. She revels in coming up with new goofy faces to make.
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August 5, 2014
Extraordinary
Today would have been a fairly ordinary day, except for…
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August 4, 2014
Today’s Lesson: Avoid the Market When Angry
I should know better. I should know not to go grocery shopping when I’m pissed off. I mean, it’s one thing to go grocery shopping when you’re hungry, but it’s just as bad to angrily push a cart through the store. Sam’s Club set me off, by making me wait 15 minutes in the return line only to explain that I wouldn’t get the tax back I paid because it’s tax-free weekend, and even though my receipt shows I bought these items during the regular tax season, and paid tax, their stupidass system – for this weekend only – cannot process tax either in or out. I’ll have to go back again, and presumably wait another 15 minutes, to get all the money back I paid. (Yo, Sam’s Club…figure out what Target is doing and freakin’ replicate it. It’s obviously not that hard.)
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August 3, 2014
Track. Good, good track
It works! It’s aliiiiiiive! (Use your best Frankenstein voice.)
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August 2, 2014
The answer to the big vacation FAQ
People keep asking me what was the best part of our vacation. At first glance, it should be an easy question to answer. We saw four national parks, a few monuments, gorgeous scenery, historic places. We rode a narrow gauge train pulled by an actual steam engine, for Pete’s sake. We saw a miraculous staircase. I mean, I guess I’d have to choose among all these fantastic places and that might make it more difficult. We had a good time with some wonderful people, with lots of laughter, and ate a boatload of really great food.
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